Don't matter to most if my smile turns upside down

Or if my ever-willing paramour is the bed sheets on my bed. Don't matter to most if I scream or yell outloud  "I'm Here! I matter! and i have something to say!" And  i guess it just aint important that i have spread before you, like a much-loved Virgin whose Beloved, albeit bewildered, Bridegroom is anxious to partake his Love's Soul. i have lain splayed before your apathy.  i await you.  and the red-flushed apples of my cheeks grow bitter and tart. if i cant taunt you with my prepubescent need,then how will i know that you will be  there when i "come of age"?

and leadership is for "everyone else" and my desires to .share are for naught.